Glad the sun is so bright today
And the children are out at play
While I sit here and I ponder
These piles of clothes I'm under

Then I smile to myself and say
Well it's just another day
Then my body it starts to sway
As the washer seems to play

Music in a motion
Fast or slow commotion
As the whites they seem to dazzle
My nerves they seem less frazzled

I take this time for pleasure
The silence I can measure
For time is of the essence
In every color's presence

It's done with such perfection
Never ask for a suggestion
A job I don't take lightly
That's why they turn our brightly

Please just leave all my clothes alone
I'll do the laundry when I get home
Each pile so crisp and clean
It just makes me feel serene.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright May 10, 2004